Sketches from my parents’ house: light switch, flowers in a pot, slipper:
I think drawing small objects is useful; my mother (a better artist than me) disagrees, thinks it’s borderline autistic, and finds it an irritating habit; in that way that sometimes a family member does something microscopically trivial and it absolutely enrages you for no rational reason. (There’s a section on this in the Screwtape Letters.)
I’ll admit my mother’s irritation amuses me; but when she angrily took away a clothes peg I wished to draw (and I concede my motives were not completely pure), I decided not to push the matter.
Up next, some sketches of proper architecture.